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Matchweek Twenty-Nine: Wolves vs. Liverpool [bonus]

Bonus Chapter

T R E N T

I FINISH PUTTING on my shirt as I watch Samara peacefully sleep. Being pregnant and all has really tired her out. She always complaining about how her ankles are swollen or her feet are sore. Of course I take care of her because she's the love of my life; the mother of my child. I know that I need to prepare for the game today but I don't want to leave her alone.

I sit down on the bed next to her, caressing her cheek. I place a peck on her nose and she slowly stirs. Her eyes flutter open and they fall on me, a lazy smile taking over her lips. A hornish look takes over his eyes and she slowly lowers the duvet, revealing her perky tits – that look even better now that she's pregnant.

She smirks, grabbing my hand and placing it over her heart, that so happens to be where her boob is. I lean down and capture her lips in a passionate, burning kiss, squeezing her boob. She sighs into my mouth, cupping my cheeks.

I feel myself stir in my pant, her hand crawling further down to my crotch. She's been acting weirdly these past few days. Sometimes she wakes up horny and other times she doesn't even look at me. She pushes the duvet off her body, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her bare pussy brushes against my dick.

I reluctantly pull away from her. "I have to go, Gorgeous. The game starts at eleven."

She pouts, looking at me with glazed over eyes. "Make sure you win, and come back to me quickly."

"Yes, Love." I mutter, pecking her nose.

"Good, now help me up, please." She says in a demanding, but cute tone.

I chuckle, snaking my arm under her back and lifting her off the bed. She giggles, placing her feet firmly on the floor, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts into my chest. She knows how much she is torturing me. There is nothing I want more than to honour and pleasure my beautiful, pregnant girlfriend.

I place my hand on her waist, squeezing her waist.

"I'm going to take a shower and then cuddle with Pixie, while eating a bottle of peanut butter." She tells me, patting my arse.

"Okay, take care of yourself. I'll be back my evening." I tell her and she nods.

"Please, Trent. I'm a grown woman; I can take care of myself—"

She starts but gets cut off when she trips over a piece of clothing from last night. Luckily, I'm here to catch here. I don't even want to think of what could have happened if I wasn't.

"Can take of yourself my arse." I grumble, steadying her.

She clears her throat, looking down in embarrassment. "That... that doesn't count. Its your shirt." She states childishly, pointing at my shirt.

"You're the one who threw it on the floor last night. You told you to be so horny." I tease rolling my eyes.

She blushes. "I can't help it. It's the pregnancy hormones. And you weren't complaining last night when I was riding you."

I smirk, placing my lips on hers. She hums in content, arching her back into me. My hands take their place on her bare waist, feeling the heat of her soft skin deep into my hands. Every nerve in my body is on fire. She has this affect on me; reeling me in with her beauty and innocence, until my body years for her simple touch. She may look all innocent but she can control my body. No one else can do that.

She pulls away, placing one last kiss on my Adams apple.

"You should go. We don't want you to be late for the game." She says in a husky, lust filled whisper.